Ballintrillick in the Light of Ben Whiskin
About the book…
place would exhaust
the last star in the galaxy.
I rise, go to the door, keep out
rain with my tattered mac.
Belfast poet Tom Morgan’s fourth collection of poetry Ballintrillick in the Light of Ben Whiskin, is a sustained and subtly subverting exploration of place. Taking Ballintrillick which is situated both geographically and metaphorically on the other side of Benbulben, the burial place of William Butler Yeats, Morgan vividly explores the typography, folk memory and lore of County Sligo. Brooding over Morgan’s journeyings is Ben Whiskin, the uniquely-shaped mountain at the start of Gleniff horseshoe whose wavelike presence dominates the area. Yet this is not a work of artistic or anthropologic detachment: the poet brings to his work a painful duty towards personal truth and honesty to create a work which speaks eloquently about the predicament or being a modern in this most ancient and meaning-laden of landscapes. Morgan brings to his task the sensibility of the natural poet, recognising his duty both to his subject and the reader to produce a collection which is both bracing and approachable